I feel a tiny wave of guilt about Liliah, but I dismiss it. We agreed to break up for the publicity and get back together when it’s all over. Technically, I’m a free man right now.
“I don’t want to be your experiment,” he says so softly, that I only just hear him.
The very idea of anyone using him that way fills me with rage. “No Mackenzie, No. I have never been with a man, but you are no one’s experiment. Never that. I want you because you are you. Not because I’m curious what sleeping with a guy is like.”
He moves so fast, all I see is a blur. Suddenly he is sitting on my lap, facing me. His hands cup my face and his lips descend. He tastes of whiskey and desire and need. My arms wrap around his back of their own accord, holding him close to me, as if I’m scared he will vanish.
His kiss is tender, deep. Passionate. Once again it’s like being consumed by electricity. Every inch of me tingles. I feel more alive than I ever have. I swear I can hear time. Kissing Mackenzie is a full-on, out of body, spiritual experience. More profound than anything else I have ever known. All my doubts about the reality of our first on-set kiss, evaporate. I did not imagine the intensity of it.
My head spins and I can’t breathe. I’m trembling. I’ve seriously fucked up and it’s terrifying. Offering Mackenzie a casual fuck was the worst idea of my life. I cannot be casual with him. It’s impossible. I might as well try to stare directly into the sun without getting burned. But all the willpower in the world would not enable me to stop now. Not now that he is finally in my arms, where my soul is convinced he belongs.
We are going to make love tonight. It’s as inevitable as the gravity of a black hole. I’m going to be consumed. Destroyed. My heart will shatter and I will never be the same again. I know all this, yet still I cannot stop. One night with Mackenzie is going to break me. One night with Mackenzie is going to be worth it.
My hands find their way under his shirt and the skin on skin contact is bliss. I moan into his mouth and he wriggles in my lap. I need to get his clothes off. I need to get him on the bed. I need to get my clothes off. All three things just have to happen immediately, it’s imperative. I groan in frustration at not being able to do them all at once, and it’s far too hard to choose which one to do first.
Mackenzie starts ripping my top off. I’m ecstatic he has made the decision and eagerly help him. As soon as mine is disposed of, we work together to remove his. He grinds his ass in my lap and I see stars. I never knew it was possible to get this hard or to leak so much pre-cum.
Somehow, I get us both to our feet and start walking him backwards toward the bed, all while still kissing him frantically. I’d love to scoop him up in my arms and carry him there, but he is a full grown man, the same height as me. I work out, but I’m only human.
I push him down onto the bed and then onto his back. I yank his pants and underwear off. Then I pause, dazzled by the sight of him naked before me. He is just as hard as I am, and seeing it delights me. I never thought seeing a guy get hard for me would rock my world, but here we are, and I’m loving it.
To even it up, I quickly strip off my remaining clothes. The fire in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of me, ratchets up my heart rate even more. His gaze locks on my cock and he licks his lips.
“Damn, Kit. You should have gone into porn.”
“It’s my back-up plan,” I joke, as I try not to preen too much.
He smirks at me and shakes his head as if I’m a lost cause and I can’t be this far away from him for even one heart beat longer. My skin has to be touching his.
I dive onto the bed to join him and start ravishing his mouth once more. His hands entwine around my neck and then run through my hair. His gentle touch feels so good. My hands drift lower until I am cupping his pert ass. Another groan is torn from deep within me. In return he presses himself closer to me and our cocks touch. Suddenly I feel his hand on me, I glance down to see him encircling both of our cocks. The sight short circuits my brain. There’s probably steam coming out of my ears. Then he gently strokes up and down, rubbing us together. My hips spasm, my eyes roll back.
“Stop!” I gasp.
He stops instantly and gives me a concerned look.
“If you keep doing that I’m going to blow!” I exclaim.
He raises an eyebrow. “That’s kinda the idea.”
“I want to go all the way.”
His eyes darken as his pupils blow. “You’re young, and we’ve got all night.”
I shake my head mutely. I can’t tell him I’m worried that once he blows, he will come to his senses and all of this will be over. And if I come before him, he will not be long after. My pride won’t have it any other way.
“You’ve got lube and condoms?” he asks.
I nod. “Always, I’m eternally optimistic.”
He grins at me. “Okay, but I’m doing you.”
I suck in a breath, his hand is still around my cock so he has to have felt it twitch. I nod enthusiastically. Any and every way I can have him is fine by me.
Surprise and then delight sparkles in his sapphire eyes. Then he is rolling off of the bed and walking away, but before I can gasp in horror, he says, “In your suitcase?”
“Yeah,” I croak.
The sight of his naked ass is thoroughly distracting. And now I know that he is only leaving the bed temporarily, I could happily admire it all night. But he has other ideas. I can’t tell if he found the lube and condoms lightning fast or if staring at his cake caused me to lose time. Either way, I’m happy he is back on the bed with the supplies. It means no more interruptions.
